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Post by Tandar on Sept 30, 2010 22:27:33 GMT -5
"Vell dis is a Skandian ship ant ve haff more rangers den Skandians I tink!"
Ignoring Aribjorn's comment, Polaris boarded the ship, making note of the smell of horses. Ranger Levinsson had told him about the horses when they met a couple weeks ago. Levinsson had delivered Polaris' new orders, brought him up to speed on the status of the country, and filled the vacant position of Ranger for Caraway. Officially, Tandar was taking a leave of absence, but over the course of the nine months since his father, Lord Polaris, passed away, he had been standing in his father's place until a suitable successor was appointed. Lord Polaris' death had been unexpected though it was deemed natural, and he had not left a will or any note of an heir to his position. In addition, at Crowley's insistence, Tandar had acted as Ranger of Caraway for several months until Levinsson assumed his role.
Tandar walked over to the railing on the knarr and gazed out over the water. "I will wait until Tory is awake." He didn't want to see Mylia in particular, although he knew she would be accompanying him on the journey to Araluen since Tory and Mylia were on the same assignment. "Meric is a few fiefs to the southwest," he told Aribjorn.
Tandar had changed a lot since his father's death. The dimpled smile that practically characterized his face was gone. He was somber now, and though he would never admit it, his mind was troubled.
Tandar began a relationship with the Royal Scout apprentice Brandwyn Elfstone during his deployment in Gallica last year. In the past nine months, Brandwyn had written him several letters telling him how much she missed him and begging him to return to Meric soon. Tandar had saved all of them, returning the letters with Brandwyn's neat handwriting to their original envelopes and bundling them all together with a piece of string. However, he only responded to the first two. He told himself he was still grieving, and he just wasn't in the mood to write back. As months passed, he grew distant, and the rest of Brandwyn's letters went unanswered. Tandar had confined himself to the Ranger's cabin, and, after Levinsson's arrival, to his room at the Polaris estate.
“No! No! No! He won’t be doing that to me again. Not ever.”
The shouting shook Polaris from his reverie and he followed the voice to a makeshift tent on the deck. Ducking inside, he found Tory lying on a cot covered only with a blanket and Mylia sitting on a stool against the wall. Tory was definitely awake, and the sight of her bare shoulder and lack of actual clothing created a brief, awkward moment for Tandar. Despite his instinct to avert his eyes and give her some measure of privacy, he forced himself to look at her face. Pulling a roll of parchment from a case on his belt in the same manner that a rogue would draw a knife, Tandar unrolled the missive, clearly displaying Crowley's seal, and handed it to Tory for reading.
"Tory, by the order of the Ranger Commandant, you've been reassigned to me, effective immediately."
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Post by Ringulf on Sept 30, 2010 22:54:12 GMT -5
Ari had heard the girls cry as well and was moving at the same time Tandor did. Tandor got inside first.
Pulling a roll of parchment from a case on his belt in the same manner that a rogue would draw a knife, Tandar unrolled the missive, clearly displaying Crowley's seal, and handed it to Tory for reading.
"Yea, Yea I gotcha official business and everyting vell all very good, excuse me Ranger Tandar" and with that the big youth pushed gently past the man to Tory's side and knelt down at the side of the cot. As he busied himself looking at the blood stain from her wound on her bandage he looked up at her and his eyes were very intent as he looked in her eyes, he looked almost angry.
"Are you Alright Tory? You haff opent your stitches again ven you ver startled, a bat dream I guess. Vell it iss OK, all varriors haff dem, now try not to move and I vill get anodder dressing." Then he turned and stood up facing the Ranger. He was a fair bit taller but had much less bearing than his elder, even so he steeled himself and stood his ground.
"I am afraid you vill all haff to leaf!" He said in as mature a voice as he could muster, he tried to remember that he was not a deckhand as Tandar thought but the son of a Jarl and the only representative of the crew of the Haar Maar as well right now.
"Tory iss not vell enough yet for all dis important Ranger stuff, you can come back tomorrow ven she has a chance to rest ant heal a little. If you want to do somting to help her you vill go get her a doctor, I am not one myself but even I can see dat she iss not ready to be assuming any udder duty but resting, ant staying still!" He said the last part over his shoulder at the pale girl in the bed who held the parchment.
He raised his arms to each side like he was shooing chickens and moved forward.
"Mylia, vould you please go ant see vat iss keeping de captain ant Ogmunt? dey vent up to de inn to find a Ranger and a Doctor, Rangers vee haff enough off, it seems, a real doctor doe, now dat vould be very nice!!" he said with exasperation.
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Post by Firehead on Oct 1, 2010 7:41:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Yay! I can finally post! ) Mylia didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but the sound of Tory crying out awoke her with a jolt. "What was that? I didn't catch it." She blinked rapidly to clear her head of the fog of slumber, and straightened on her stool in time for a stranger to barge in and approach Tory. "Tory, by the order of the Ranger Commandant, you've been reassigned to me, effective immediately."Mylia squinted up at him a moment. "Hunh? Wha? Oh." Her face cleared of her confusion as she realized that the man was a Ranger, although very abrupt in manner. Just then, Ari barreled through the entrance and, shoving the Ranger aside, knelt beside Tory to examine her wound. Mylia scooped Tory's kitten up in her arms to keep it out of Ari's way, holding it close to her chest as she watched and listened. When Ari announced that Tory had reopened her stitches, Mylia winced. "I am afraid you vill all haff to leaf!" .... "Mylia, vould you please go ant see vat iss keeping de captain ant Ogmunt? dey vent up to de inn to find a Ranger and a Doctor, Rangers vee haff enough off, it seems, a real doctor doe, now dat vould be very nice!!" he said with exasperation.Mylia nodded and thrust the two cats at Tandar. "Here, hold these. I'll be back inn a bit." She sprinted to the rail, hopped up onto in steadied herself, and jumped, landing with a light thud on the warf. "Excuse me ma'am." She ducked around the tall Skandian woman standing close by, and took off at just slightly under a full-out sprint. It didn't take her long, before she had found the inn and ducked inside. "Captain, Ari sent me to find out what was taking so long. Tory reopened her stitches."
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Post by Ringulf on Oct 1, 2010 8:32:22 GMT -5
"Captain, Ari sent me to find out what was taking so long. Tory reopened her stitches." Mylia spouted as she burst through the door barely winded but rather excited.
Smidja Myrkvatn the captain of the Harr Marr stood talking to the innkeeper and two other men. one looked like a farmer the other a bit more cosmopolitan.
Ogmund stood just behind and to the right of the captain and was the first to see Mylia as she came in. He turned and caught her as she came into the dark room, "She must be having some trouble adjusting to the darkness coming in out of the bright daylight" Ogmund thought to himself.
"OK Mylia vat iss dis about stitches vat iss going on down dere" he said with concern as he looked at the young rangers face.
The captain excused himself from the men he was speaking with and came over to his two shipmates.
"Mylia what is wrong is Ringulf alright? is dere something wrong at de ship?" He was not expecting that it would be Tory having trouble as she had been doing pretty well before he had left.
"These men say dat de doctor is away at one of the outlying farms in de area assisting in a delivery. Vone of de farmer's vifes is having complications but dey are sending vord out to him and he should be here by night fall." He added.
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Post by Firehead on Oct 1, 2010 9:59:05 GMT -5
Ogmund grabbed her as she came through the door, keeping her steady on her feet as he asked, "OK Mylia vat iss dis about stitches? Vat iss going on down dere?"
"A Ranger Tandar's come aboard the boat--he says that he is Tory's new mentor. Tory was having a nightmare, or something, and moved around, reopened her stitches doing it, I'd guess--I was asleep when that happened. I don't know about Ringulf, I didn't check on him before I left. Anyway, that's about what's all happening down at the Hmarr." Turning to the Captain as he approached, she asked, "Did you find a doctor?"
"These men say dat de doctor is away at one of the outlying farms in de area assisting in a delivery. Vone of de farmer's vifes is having complications but dey are sending vord out to him and he should be here by night fall." He added.
"Oh." Mylia cringed mentally, just thinking about what Ari would probably have to say about that news. "How about the Fief Ranger? Found him yet?" she asked hopefully. "Cause from what Ari was saying when he sent me here, Tandar isn't the Ranger of this fief."
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Post by Brandwyn on Oct 1, 2010 10:22:04 GMT -5
For a moment Tory was bewildered as Tandar thrust the roll of sealed parchment in her hand and said, "Tory, by the order of the Ranger Commandant, you've been reassigned to me, effective immediately." He seemed to have changed since she had last seen him so many months ago back in Gallica. He had seemed to be withdrawn while it was uncertain if Brandwyn was going to live or not, but once she was out of danger, he had seemed to be quite a jovial fellow with a ready smile. She saw no hint of a smile now and he was even being quite rude.
She stared at him, frozen by fear, her worst nightmare seemed to be coming true, while Aribjorn stepped in front of him and said, "Yea, Yea I gotcha official business and everyting vell all very good, excuse me Ranger Tandar" and then ordered everyone out of the tent and sent Mylia to get a doctor. Tory watched Mylia thrust her hissing kitten into Tandar’s hands along with Mylia’s kitten and then she suddenly came to life.
She hurled the unopened parchment across the makeshift room and it splattered into the canvas wall, slid down in and landed with a plop on the deck, cracking Crowley’s seal.
“No!” She shouted as tears began to stream down her face. “I can’t go back to Meric! I won’t go!” She looked imploringly at the ranger. “Tandar, you know why! You know I can’t go back there! Why is that mean ole Crowley doing this to me?” She cried out and tried to roll over on her good side with her back to the door and pulled the blanket up over her head as sobs wracked her body.
“Patrick promised. He promised I would never have to go back.” As she had rolled her back was exposed briefly revealing the bandaged sword cut that was quickly being stained red in several places as well as the myriad of old whip scars completely covering her back before she pulled the cover up and huddled under it.
She clutched the blanket tightly so no one could pull it from her face and all attempts to communicate with her were met only with a negative head shake and sobs. She wasn’t going to go back to Meric. She was going to have to figure out some way to get away from Tandar and collect Chip and then she would set off on her own. She could be a mercenary. She had some skills. She was an expert tracker and woodsman by this time, having learned a great deal from Patrick and Hunter while they were on the run in Gallica during the summer. She would get by.
Still, she had really wanted to be a ranger. She sobbed all the harder when she thought of the loss of giving up her apprenticeship. Her side was bleeding freely again, but she didn’t care. She even had the thought that maybe she would die from the wound and that would solve everyone’s problem – but only for a moment. She was a fighter and had endured a lot in her young life. She would get through this too.
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Post by Brandwyn on Oct 1, 2010 10:42:09 GMT -5
Finn heard the girl yell and followed the ranger onto the ship, albeit a lot more slowly, unsure if she could help or not. She stopped at the tent opening and peeked in over the ranger’s head. She scowled at the callousness as the ranger completely ignored the girl’s distress and announced that she was now his apprentice. ‘Poor girl,’ Finn thought, ‘Seems they could have found a more likable ranger for the poor little thing.’
Unsure of why the girl was hysterical, Finn only knew that they needed to get her calmed down quickly or she might very well bleed to death. Then she saw the scars riddling the girls back just before it was covered back up by the blanket and she seethed in anger. Who had done such a horrible thing, and it seemed the ranger might know something about it. Finn didn’t know the girl at all, but it was obvious she was in no fit shape to defend herself. She would back the young Skandian if he needed the help. It wasn’t right to gang up on a little thing like her, especially in her current condition.
Finn looked at the girl with worry as her blood was soaking through the bandages and now even into the blanket. “Aribjorn, I tink ye vill have ta give her someding ta make her sleep. Only vay ta calm her down me tink.” Finn said to him, for the moment ignoring the ranger. She was ready to bodily remove the rather small, young man, though if he didn’t decide to back off. Perhaps a dunk in the cool bay would help his attitude, she thought.
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Post by Ringulf on Oct 1, 2010 10:51:51 GMT -5
" Ya Finn I tink you are right but I got no hand for de herbs an Ogmunt is wit de captain, Ranger Tandar do you know anyting about herbal mixtures I tink we got to get her to calm down like Finn says or she will loose alot of blood." Ari turned back with a larger dressing and started to pull back the blanket to get at the wound, but Tory was clutching it over her head making it difficult.
"OK keep de damn blankets over your heat you silly ting I don't care but I vill get to dat vount even if I have to trow dem blankets in de vater! So make up your pretty lttle head how much off you ve are going to be looking at Missy!"
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Post by Tandar on Oct 1, 2010 15:41:24 GMT -5
Tandar brought his hands up to hold the kittens as Mylia pushed them his way. Gently, the Ranger placed them in an empty crate nearby. He scowled in disgust under the cover of his hood at the blatant disrespect the foreigners were showing to an agent of the king. His piercing green eyes dropped to the blood-soaked dressings, and he gazed for a moment, almost as if he could see through them, into Tory. The golden flecks around his pupils seemed to move around, and then he blinked.
"No," he told Aribjorn. "I know nothing of herbal remedies." Turning, he ducked out of the makeshift tent and absentmindedly returned to the railing looking out over the river to be alone.
Tandar reached up and lowered the hood of his Ranger cloak. His black hair was cut short and neat, and, as always, he was clean shaven. Slowly, he began rolling up the left sleeve on the fine shirt that used to belong to his father. It was a nice maroon color that Lord Polaris had always liked. Tandar winced as he neared his elbow and had to peel the fabric from dried blood on his skin. He stopped rolling and inspected the deep, straight cut across the width of his forearm. He had intentionally made it himself a day or two earlier with a serrated knife at the estate. The wound was still wet, and the flesh had been torn by the sharp teeth of the blade. Tandar hoped it didn't get infected since he neglected to bandage it. Quickly, he tugged the shirt sleeve over the wound.
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Post by Brandwyn on Oct 1, 2010 21:39:44 GMT -5
Bunt suddenly appeared at the railing at Tandar’s side. It seemed as if he materialized out of thin air. One second no one was there and the next Bunt was standing there without having made the wind stir or a hint of a sound.
Bunt saw the wound on Tandar’s arm and guessed that it might be self-inflicted. It was in an odd spot, at an odd angle to have been caused in a fight. He noticed Tandar didn’t seem to be under a spell of some kind. The lad was staring blankly, he had no emotion and he had no regard for tending his wound.
“Best let me tend to that, Son.” Bunt said gently, not sure how his offer would be received. It seemed to him, having met the young ranger at a Gathering a couple years back, that the young man was not in his right mind. He had quickly glanced over in the direction of the tent that housed the apprentice girl, but it seemed there were enough people on hand to tend to her. He felt that Tandar might be in worse shape.
He pulled out his ranger bag, setting it on a crate and rummaged through the assortment of herbs and bandages, picking out a salve, a long bandage and some clean strips of cloth to hold it in place. Then he raised his voice, “Finn!” trying to get the merchant’s attention. He tossed a small bundle of herbs at the Skandian woman, “Give her these in some hot water.”
Gently he took Tandar by the arm and carefully started to roll the sleeve back up, looking into Tandar’s face as he did so. He was ready to drop the arm should Tandar show signs of objecting.
Trying to get to the root of the problem, but never one for a lot of words, Bunt seemed to be intent on trying to tend to the wound and said conversationally, “Something you want to get off your chest, Lad?” His hope was that he could get Tandar to talk. Often that is all it took, but he wasn’t so sure that was going to be enough in this case.
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Post by Ringulf on Oct 1, 2010 21:52:24 GMT -5
There was smoke and fire all around...then there was water...it was cool and refreshing...he wanted to stay there looking up through the greenish blue to the light at the surface...he felt as though he was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness of the water...it felt so good...no one needed him...no one missed him...all he had to do was let go and the luxurious velvety darkness would envelop him.
But what was that big shaggy green thing above him and why did he feel like he needed to go to it?
He rose up through the layers of dark through the streaks of light...as he got closer and closer he realized it was the hull of the Persephone...he could hear them screaming for him...they were in trouble!
"Have to swim faster, but something is wrapped around my ankles...can't move...must move...must break free!!"
Then as if the thing holding his ankles snapped, Ringulf shot forward out of the water...up over the rail...Tory was in front of him...Mylia screaming...he was kicking and slamming people with his hands and feet...he threw someone...he did not even know who, with such force he flew against the rail and snapped in half...Mylia was still screaming...the sound was driving him insane!...Were was she...he looked but could not find her.. but Tory was there and she was hurt...he leapt to her and grabbed her half out of fear and half out of joy just to have found a familiar face...then all of a sudden they were flying and tumbling in the air and as they hit the squishy ground the breath was forced from his lungs...a giant stepped on his back with his massive foot he looked down to see Tory's face...her eyes were closed and her face was white...as he screamed her name no sound came out for he had no breath...the world started getting dark again... no he would not let it end this way!
"I came through fire and water and no one stopped me!! I...will...not...give...up...ever!!!...Tory...Myliaaa...Ringulf!!....Ringulf!..."Ringulf?, you awake? hey he iss vaking up!" said Ogmund. "Hey captain it is nearly dark venn iss dat Doctor gonna get here?"
"I don't know Ogmant but I have to go out ant talk to dese Rangers so try to keep him comfortable ant if Ringulf wakes call me."
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Post by Brandwyn on Oct 1, 2010 22:32:07 GMT -5
"OK keep de damn blankets over your heat you silly ting I don't care but I vill get to dat vount even if I have to trow dem blankets in de vater! So make up your pretty lttle head how much off you ve are going to be looking at Missy!"
Tory flipped the covers down from her face and glared at Ari. “You w-wouldn’t d-dare!” she said between sobs, tears streaking down her face. She saw from the serious look on his face, bordering on anger, that he just might pull all the covers from her and leave her completely naked for all the spectators to see. She looked down at her side and gasped as she saw how bad it was, so she let him move the covers over, but she couldn’t stop the sobs that kept wracking her body as she turned her face into the pillow and continued to cry.
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Finn turned to the railing of the ship at the sound of her name and saw a grizzled looking guy in a ranger cloak standing next to the young ranger. ‘Where the heck did he come from?’ she wondered, but she was quick witted enough to catch the packet he tossed to her. She sniffed the herbs and could pick out a nice mixture of chamomile, fennel and a hint of hemlock that was almost entirely masked with orange peel and green tea. So long as the hemlock wasn’t too powerful, the mixture ought to work.
“Ari, ver is de hot vater? Da new ranger has given us somting ta give ta her ta calm her down, but I need zome hot vater ta zteep it in.” Finn held up the packet of herbs.
Finn noticed it was very nearly dark and she had noticed some of the crew come back on board and go into the cabin not long ago. She assumed that was where the other ranger that had been injured was interred. “Looks like yer Captain is back but I did na zee a doctor wid dem.” She added to Ari.
Once she had the hot water in a mug, she threw the herb packet in and let it steep for several minutes then she handed the mug to Ari. She watched as he coaxed Tory to drink it and the girl's sobs gradually slowed until she fell asleep. She got a good look at the wound then and it looked like a tricky one, that was for sure. “I tink a mud pack might be vat she needs.” Finn suggested. “But ve should vait for de doctor ta see vat he tinks. A mud pack vould help hold de voundt shut ant stop de bleedin as vell as keeping de fever out.” The more Finn thought about it, the more she thought an herbal mud pack would be the best solution. It would keep the wound from opening up, keep it clean and draw out any puss that might happen to build up in it. In three or four days the mud would flake off and by then the wound should be sealed and well on its way to healing up. She wondered if the doctor would make the same assessment or if he knew of some other technique that would work. She was hoping to get the chance to assist him and perhaps learn something new. "But ve should vait fer de doctor to see vat he tinks."
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Post by Ringulf on Oct 1, 2010 22:54:54 GMT -5
“Ari, ver is de hot vater? Da new ranger has given us somting ta give ta her ta calm her down, but I need zome hot vater ta zteep it in.” Finn held up the packet of herbs.
"Ya Finn ve got some for de oat meal I brought it up in a little pot in case it vas too tick it is on de sideboard by your knee!" Ari said as he bussied himself with Tory's side.
"I am sory I yelt at you Tory, all dis is a little more den I can handle not bein a doctor ant dat Tandar guy vas makin me see ret! just hold still girl I vont let him take you novere you don't want to go ant dat iss a promiss!"
“Looks like yer Captain is back but I did na zee a doctor wid dem.”
Ari didn't like the sound of that at all, his heart fell but he tried to be strong and not let the worry show on his face. He turned back to Finn.
"I don't know fin I have tried everyting to stop de flow of de blood but it just vill not ment and every time she breaths it opens! Vat are ve gonna do?" he pleaded looking for the first time like a small boy on the verge of tears rather than the brawny Skandian male he was.
“I tink a mud pack might be vat she needs.” Finn suggested. “But ve should vait for de doctor ta see vat he tinks. A mud pack vould help hold de voundt shut ant stop de bleedin as vell as keeping de fever out.”
"Finn I trust you, I don't know when dis doctor vill come and I am not goin to lose dis girl, if you tink ve need a mudd pack den I vill go ant get de mud, tell me vat I neet to know vat mud, vat herbs tell me and you vill have it!" he said the warrior rising up again in him.
“But ve should vait for de doctor ta see vat he tinks. .”
"No ve von't vait anudder minute tell me vat to get I vill go get it you vill get her ready vile she sleeps!" Ari was emphatic and left no room for doubt, he was the Jarls son again and from the look in Finn's eyes he felt she knew that.
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Post by Brandwyn on Oct 2, 2010 8:36:43 GMT -5
Finn didn’t want to do anything if the doctor was going to be here, but it would take some time to gather the right mud and Finn knew right where to find that. A few days earlier she had located the hot springs just to the north of the city of Caraway where the locals always went to soak. The water, heated by the earth, bubbled up through a fine white silt clay and it was clean water from deep down in the earth. The mud would be very therapeutic and just what they needed. Finn told Ari how to find the springs and to bring back a full bucket of the stuff. “Vat ve don’ use fer de girl, I vill use for ma pottery.” She told him. She had been itching to harvest some of the mud, but wasn’t sure what the local rules were governing the springs. This was the perfect excuse, in case anyone hassled them about taking the mud.
Finn thought for a moment and then strode over to the old ranger that had suddenly appeared on the Knarr and somehow knew her name. “Hi. I am Finn Therondsottir. Do you ha’e zum herbs dere ve can use fer a mud pack ta cover de girl’s voundt?” She asked the man, interrupting whatever the two rangers were talking about. She looked quizzically at the younger man and noticed that perhaps he was not well either. He seemed very distracted and not completely aware of what was going on around him.
Bunt turned to Finn as she approached and introduced herself. “I know.” He said when she said her name. “Bunt Levinsson, Ranger of Caraway Fief” He held out his hand for her to shake. His opinion of this group of Skandians was gradually turning from on of suspicion to one of grudging respect. They were certainly all going out of their way to care for a group of foreigners, so how could he not feel grateful to them? He was still slightly suspicious of their motives, but so far he had seen nothing to make him think they had any hidden agendas. Still, he was on his guard, as he always was.
Bunt indicted his ranger pack that was laden with little bundles of herbs. “Not sure what they all are. Just know these are for wounds and these are to make people sleep, these for pain.” He pointed to the various groups sorted neatly in the pack. “I’m no herbalist, but take what you need.”
Finn sniffed the ones he indicated were for wounds and then carefully untied the string and opened one of the cloth bags to take a look at its contents. She moved the dried herbs around with her finger and sniffed again. These would help, but were not all she needed. She set that one and another aside and then opened the one for pain and took a look at it. Nodding her head in satisfaction she took two of those.
Then she sat back down by the sleeping teenager and began to clean the wound where the stitches had ripped out. The girl was definitely going to have another scar to add to the whip scars on her back. Finn could tell that those scars were not from one beating, but from many over the course of years. Her brow furrowed in anger. If someone in this Meric fief had done that to her, it was no wonder the girl didn’t want to go back there. She vowed to get the girl to talk about it, perhaps she could help.
Another thought occurred to her while she waited for Ari to return with the mud, or the doctor to arrive and she asked one of the other Skandians on the ship if they had any ice. They brought her a bowl of it and Finn wrapped it in cloth and lay it on the wound. Gradually the bleeding slowed and then stopped. ‘Good,’ Finn thought as she sat guarding the girl. ‘now is the time to put the mud on.’
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Post by Ringulf on Oct 2, 2010 16:04:15 GMT -5
Aribjorn came out of the deck tent and looked around below him he saw the two rangers speaking together by the port gunnel. he also saw Smidja coming out of the aft underdeck that served as a cabin on the Harr Marr.
"Captain How iss Ringulf ant haff you seen Ogmunt?
Smidja looked up at Ari and said, "He may be vaking Ogmunt is vith him now, vy, do you neet him?"
"Ya I must go get mutt for a mutt pack for Tory ant I may neet his help." Ari exclaimed.
"Ok Ari I get him for you, Ogmant go vit Ari get de mutt! Dere Ari, see is goot to haff a small ship sometimes huh? he said with a chuckle then proceeded to the two rangers.
Ogmund came out of the cabin and climbed over to Ari and said , "OK ve can go."
The two of them bounded off with a bucket and the wooden shovel that they used to muck the hold.
"I am Smidja Myrkvatn I am captain of de Harr Marr. Vone off you is Bunt de ranger here? And you are? ah velcome tank you for coming, ve are vaiting for de Doctor to come and ve are doing de best ve can to take care of your Rangers, ve fount dem in de middle off an attack by river pirates and ve lent aid just as a force of Marshvardens from Marshvood showed up. since ve ver coming dis vay ve agreet to take dem to Caravay vit us."
"Ve vill do vat ve can of course but I must see to de cargo ant de horses now, Ve haff permission to put dem in de paddock over der till morning den ve vill fint a place to boart dem till dey go vit Aribjorn to Araluen castle. You are velcome to take de girls ant de Ranger Ringulf to better qvuarters of course but I tink I would radder you vait till de doctor sees dem first ya?"
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